Prey Of The Lycan Queen Chapter 30


    ~Zirah~


    A feral growl tears through my throat, and I watch, mesmerized, as warning lights blink in unison. The


    first beep breaks the spell, a jolt of power surging from within me, the force coiling around my fingers


    like an electric snake. All at once, theyunch, the barbed wires sailing rapidly toward me like a flock of


    metal birds.


    The angry bellow that escapes me fades to a low whimper when Zeke steps forward and ms me


    against the shop’s ss, trapping me between his body and the window. Zeke’s scent, sickeningly


    sweet with fury, fills my nostrils just before he groans. His muscled frame takes on a life of its own as


    roaring electricity courses through him, causing his veins to bulge and his face to contort in agony.


    I am unable to move as he absorbs every shock, standing like a shield between me and danger. His


    teeth grit in pain even as his knees give out beneath him, yet still, he pushes back against the


    onught for my sake. As I try to catch him, his weight is too much for me to bear, but his eyes lock


    with mine; his pain is obvious, but his anger is palpable.


    “Get in the car,” he breathes as my eyes move to the drones, sucking up the wires that ripped free of


    his skin painfully. They sliver back to their metal bodies like tentacles. Sweat coats Zeke’s forehead as


    he struggles to catch his breath. Slowly, I rise to my feet when Zeke grabs my wrist.


    “Please, get in the car; I don’t want you hurt,” he whispers, also getting to his feet. Little puncture holes


    tear at his suit, his skin bleeding and oozing.


    “I’m fine; leave it,” he tells me, and I grit my teeth and nod. Watching the drones, I hear the woman cry


    out; my eyes move to the guards, her son wailing at her when I see the drones turn on them. The little


    boy’s back is suddenly turned green with little dots, and so is the woman, and Zeke gasps.


    “No, wait!” Zeke tosses his hands out, but they take aim, their wires flying toward the woman and boy. I


    don’t think I react. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of the volts traveling through that little boy’s


    tiny body.


    The wind suddenly shifts with my rising temper, their sensors being knocked, their lights shing, and


    the humming growing louder as they battle the winds of my destruction. “Zirah.... more will onlye,


    stop,” Zeke warns, but I am furious that this is how Regan polices his people. The electric tentacles are


    forced to retreat but don’t give up, instead turning against the wind to face me.


    I track them as they struggle against the winds I’ve created, taking in all the drones around me.


    Everywhere I look, I see a new set of eyes fixated on me, like they’re trying to study and learn from my


    every move - but this time, it will be different. Channeling an electrifying mixture of anger and power


    outwards sparks fly in vibrant colors as threads of wind dance between them- anger floods me, sparks


    flying from my fingertips, carried on the wind, jolting Regan’s robotic police, taking them down.


    A silent pulse of energy radiates outward, and the drones slow then stop mid-air, engines cutting out


    and squealing as they fry until finally, they stop moving altogether. The energy ebbs away, and Regan’s


    robotic police force crashes to the ground in a pile of metal bones, wires, and lenses.


    I help Zeke to his feet, hearing Gnash, Hunter, and Shadow whine as they try to squeeze out the open


    window. A secondter, it explodes as Gnash ms his body against it. ss covers the ground as he


    leaps from the window and rushes to me and Zeke.


    Yet my attention is elsewhere. Now it’s the guards’ turn. They instantly backed away from the woman


    when I set my sights on them. “You won’t be touching her,” I warn them. The stall-holder sputters, but


    one growl from Gnash has him ducking to hide behind his stall. “Now, someone better tell me what the


    fuck is going on here!” I scream, my heart pounding with adrenaline.


    The guards back away, hands up as the ground rumbles beneath their feet; my anger is enough to


    crack the earth wide open, the woman nces at me, and I nod toward her son, watching the guards


    who seem conflicted about obeying their iron-fisted king and the woman who’ll destroy him when I get


    my hands on him.


    “Thank you,” the woman gushes as she moves to her son, scoops him up in her arms, and rushes off.


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    The guards move, choosing to risk their lives than face their king, interesting.


    However, Hunter, Gnash, and Shadow thwart their attempts to chase her, stepping in and snarling. The


    crowd gasps, and a flurry of whispers erupts.


    “That’s the king’s wolf,” someone murmurs. “Why does she have him?” another person chimes in. Their


    terrified faces only fuel my anger. Regan has a lot of exining to do.


    When quiet falls, I nce around at the kingdom’s people, their shock and fear evident. “Show me


    where you were going to take her,” I demand as Zeke approaches me from behind, his hand falling on


    my hip. He hesitates, exchanging nces with the guards. They’re afraid of me, but I don’t care right


    now. “Do as she says,” Zeke tells them.


    They lead me to the fencedpound, suffused with silence, Zeke brooding, me seething. The iron


    gates leading into the fencedpound open with a hauntingly loud creak, piercing the stillness of the


    air. I freeze as my eyes take in what lies beyond; in thepound stands a multitude of souls, their


    faces nk with fear as they gaze upon us with hollow eyes that reflect their desperation, men, women,


    and even children confined to an area like cattle, all cowering in fear.